Ying Ru Shi asked, "But Your Majesty, weren't you cured?"
"To be precise, I was cured for half a month." Ying Le said, "I slept soundly for half a month and didn't dream of anything. I thought I was completely healed, so I went out to explore a secret realm. Then I encountered an old acquaintance. My heart stirred, and it caught me again."
"But because I had suffered severe injuries in the secret realm and manifested my Dao Foundation to protect myself, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that as long as the damage to my Dao Foundation was great enough, the influence of dreams on me would become very slight. Sometimes, when I woke up, I would even forget everything in the dream, as if... I had truly only had a dream." Ying Le murmured, "That was my last moment of peace and happiness."
"No wonder Your Majesty has remained in the mortal world all this time, unlike the other Foundation Establishment True Persons who secluded themselves in secret realms." Ying Ru Shi finally solved the confusion that had plagued her all along. "So you were using the Three Disasters to weaken your Dao Foundation."
"It's a pity that this only treated the symptoms, not the root cause. It was merely a stopgap measure."
Ying Le said, "Once my Dao Foundation weakened, I had to condense luck to strengthen it. And the Mortal World Eye would grow stronger along with my Dao Foundation. This was an irreversible process—it would only become stronger and deeper. But after merely a year, it hoped to make a comeback, and this time, I had no way to deal with it."
"But that wasn't the worst of it." A bitter smile appeared on her face. "The worst thing was that, at the time,